#poor baby kyky

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A Mother's Remedy | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: none just Papa Kylian fussing over his “perfect hattrick”

Summary: You fall asleep on Kylian after spending the whole day taking care of the triplets who had the flu.

A/N: Hello, everyone! I’ve been trying to get all my previous requests done. I hope you guys like this one, it was way too cute to write. My requests are open again if you guys want to send me more. As always, please leave me feedback and don’t forget to reblog. I would greatly appreciate it. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

The room was filled with a soft glow, courtesy of the bedside lamp casting its warm light upon the scene. The day's exhaustion had finally caught up to you as you lay nestled in the comfort of Kylian's arms, your head resting against his broad chest. It had been a long and arduous day, one that tested your strength and patience as you cared for your three precious children who were struck down by the flu.

The abrupt shift in weather proved overwhelming for your spirited young boys, whose boundless energy knew no bounds. They loved playing football outside in your backyard, and wouldn't miss a match at the Santiago Bernabeu if they could help it. Watching their father play was their greatest joy, and you couldn't help but fall in love each time seeing your precious four-year-olds donning their father's jersey proudly, their voices joining in unison with the fervent chants reverberating throughout the stadium. Ali, being the eldest among the trio, would often lead his younger brothers, Zain and Ilyas, in a rendition of the French national anthem before playing their ‘friendlies’, as he liked to call them, in the yard. Kylian found it absolutely adorable, officially dubbing them his ‘favourite hat trick’.

Kylian's fingers gently caressed your hair, soothing away the remnants of stress that clung to your tired mind. His touch was a balm to your weary soul, bringing you a sense of peace and tranquillity. The rise and fall of his chest against your cheek served as a rhythmic lullaby, coaxing you slowly to sleep.

As your eyes fluttered closed, the image of your children flashed across your mind. Their little faces flushed with fever, their once lively eyes dimmed by illness. My poor babies, you thought as you snuggled closer to your husband. You had spent the entire day tending to their every need, feeding them medicine, wiping away tears, and comforting them through the long hours of discomfort. 

A few hours earlier…

As the sun cast its golden rays across the room, you woke up with a sense of anticipation for the day ahead. Stretching lazily, you slowly tried to get out of your husband’s embrace, the latter’s arms tightening his hold not wanting to let you go.

"Bébé, stay just a few more minutes," he murmured softly, nestling deeper into the curve of your neck. Letting out a quiet giggle, you turned towards him, placing a tender kiss on his nose and gently caressing his cheek.

"Kyky, I have to go wake up the triplets and get them ready for school," you explained, a fond smile gracing your lips.

"Mmmhhh, d'accord. But give me a kiss first," he playfully whined, his lips puckering in an adorable pout. Shaking your head affectionately at his antics, you indulged his request, pressing a chaste kiss on his waiting lips, before deftly extricating yourself from his embrace and making your way towards the room where your precious cubs slept.

The triplets' room was conveniently situated just across the hall from your own, one of the many reasons you both decided on this house after Kylian signed with Real Madrid. As you opened the door to the bedroom and stepped in, the sound of faint whimpering halted your movements. 

Alarm surged through your veins as you rushed towards the beds, the scene that greeted you shattered your heart into a million pieces. Lying in their beds, your little ones were flushed and perspiring, their small bodies consumed by fever. The sight of their usually bright and energetic faces now pale and tormented sent a wave of panic coursing through your veins.

Laying your hand on their sweaty foreheads, you felt how warm they were.

“Maman…” whimpered Ilyas the youngest of trio, slowly opening his eyes, “Je me sens pas bien.”

“Oh, mon pauvre petit chou. Maman’s here now,” you said, gently caressing his face. 

As you continued to caress Ilyas's flushed face, offering him reassurance and comfort, the other two boys, Zain and Ali, began to stir from their sleep. Their delicate brows furrowed in response to the discomfort that plagued them, their faces contorted in the grip of illness. The sight was a poignant reminder of their vulnerability, igniting a fierce determination within you to ease their suffering. 

With a heavy sigh, you braced yourself for the demanding day that lay ahead. Gathering your strength and summoning the resilience that only a mother possesses, you whispered soothing words to Ilyas, gently coaxing him to rest as you hear the distinct sound of Kylian’s footsteps approaching.

"Ils sont où mes petits footballeurs?" your husband boomed, entering the room with a wide smile that quickly faded upon witnessing the state of his babies. His expression transformed into one of deep concern, etching lines of worry across his handsome face. "Mon dieu, what happened?"

"They have a fever, Ky. They're burning up real bad," you replied, your voice laced with concern as you watched Kylian's eyes flicker with worry.

"Papa... Arrête de parler si fort, t’es pas un haut-parleur là," Zain weakly croaked, his voice barely audible, but still managing to convey his cheeky spirit, even in the midst of illness.

Kylian, ever the doting father, couldn't help but chuckle softly at Zain's response. "Roh là là, regarde le tit gamin," he remarked affectionately, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "Even while sick, he'll give his dad cheek, eh?"

Moving softly across the room, Kylian approached Zain's bed, his presence exuding a comforting warmth. His large hand gently rested upon Zain's fevered forehead, the contrast between his cool touch and the heat radiating from the young boy's skin sending a shiver of concern down his father's spine. Soft words of comfort and reassurance spilled from Kylian's lips, offering solace and a father's unwavering love.

After giving Ilyas a soft kiss on his cheek, you stood up, knowing you needed to make some food for your little ones and help them regain their strength. Your heart ached at the sight of Ali, still sleeping restlessly in his bed. You quickly made your way to his side, gently brushing his dark tousled hair away from his forehead, and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

"Ky, can you stay with them? Get them a wet towel for their foreheads. I'll make them some porridge and give them their medicine," you suggested, softly running your hand through your oldest’s hair.

"Sure, mon amour. You go ahead, I'll take care of them," Kylian reassured you, his voice filled with tenderness. With a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, you left the room, your mind racing with the urgency to prepare a comforting meal for your hungry little ones.

In the kitchen, you swiftly gathered the necessary ingredients, your hands moving with practised efficiency. As the porridge simmered, you took a moment to grab your phone and dial your mother's number.

With years of experience as a mother herself, she was a source of guidance and wisdom in times like these. You explained the situation and sought her advice on caring for your sick cubs, soaking in her comforting words and practical tips.

On the other end of the line, your mother's voice greeted you with warmth and concern. "Hello, my dear. What's going on? You sound worried."

"Hi, Mom," you replied, your voice tinged with a mixture of relief and anxiety. "The triplets are down with a high fever, and I'm not sure what to do. They're feeling really miserable."

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry to hear that," your mother empathized. "First, make sure they stay hydrated. Offer them small sips of water frequently. And if they have any appetite, light, easily digestible foods like porridge would be good."

You nodded, taking mental notes. "Yes, I'm making them porridge now. It's almost ready."

"That's a good choice, my dear. Warm and comforting. It will help soothe their throats too," your mother advised. "And don't forget to give them their medicine. Keep a close eye on their temperature and monitor their symptoms. If things worsen or if you have any concerns, don't hesitate to call their paediatrician."

"I will, Mom. Thank you so much for your guidance," you expressed your gratitude, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over you.

"You're welcome, my love. Remember, you're a wonderful mother, and you'll get through this. Trust your instincts and remember the best remedy is a mother’s love," your mother encouraged.

As you hung up the phone, you turned off the stove and took a moment to collect yourself. The conversation with your mother had given you a boost of confidence, reminding you of the strength and resilience within you.

Carrying the tray of steaming porridge and Tylenol back to the bedroom, you found Kylian gently coaxing Ali to wake up from his restless slumber. Your heart ached as you saw the worry etched on Kylian's face, his focus solely on their oldest, who seemed to be more affected by the fever than the others.

"Ali, mon petit lion," Kylian murmured softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "Wake up, Maman is bringing some food. It will make you feel better, je te promets, mon coeur,"

Placing the tray on the table near Ali’s bed, you placed a hand on Ali's forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. His eyelashes fluttered, and his drowsy eyes slowly opened, revealing a mixture of confusion and discomfort. His weak voice quivered as he tried to speak.

"Mama... Papa," Ali croaked, his voice barely audible.

"We're here, mon amour," you reassured him, your voice gentle and soothing. "You're going to be okay. Just take your time and try to eat a little. It will help you get better."

With Kylian's support, you lifted Ali into a sitting position, propping pillows behind him to provide comfort. The fragrant aroma of the porridge filled the room, its warmth wrapping around Ali like a healing embrace. Kylian scooped a spoonful and blew on it gently to cool it down before offering it to Ali.

"Open wide, Ali," Kylian encouraged, his voice laced with both concern and determination. "Just a little bite. It will give you strength."

Ali hesitated for a moment, his tired eyes meeting yours and Kylian's. The love and support shining in your gazes seemed to embolden him. With a deep breath, he parted his lips, allowing Kylian to feed him a small spoonful of porridge. The taste brought a flicker of renewed energy to his weary body, and he managed a faint smile.

"Good job, Ali," you praised him, your voice gentle. "You're doing great."

As Kylian took care of your eldest, you attended to your other two brave little boys, who patiently waited as you served them each a bowl of warm food. Zain and Ilyas were capable of eating on their own, but as the ever-doting mother, you couldn't help but worry, despite their constant reassurances that they could manage. You moved back and forth between your sons, gently wiping the sweat off their foreheads and assisting them in drinking water. Once all three boys finished their meal, you and Kylian administered fever medicine and gently coaxed them back to sleep, hoping they would recover soon.

Seeing them in such a state made you feel helpless. Usually lively boys, they now lay there, struggling with high fevers. Observing your worry, Kylian tenderly wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and planting a kiss on your hair.

"Don't worry, my love. They'll be fine," he whispered softly as you sought solace by burying your head in his chest. "I can't help but worry, Ky. Especially Ali, I've never seen him like this before."

"Shh, he'll be alright," he soothed. "If you stress too much, you'll make yourself sick, and that's the last thing you want, right? The boys will be back to normal soon, my heart, okay?"

You nodded, releasing a faint sigh, as Kylian slowly closed the boys' room and led you to your shared bedroom. He was right; there was nothing more you could do but allow the fever to run its course and nurse your children back to health in the meantime. You felt grateful to have your caring husband by your side, knowing that despite being in the middle of a busy season, he always prioritized his family.

As you gently lay down, resting your head on Kylian's chest, you prayed for your family's well-being, filled with immense gratitude for your own mother, who had spent countless nights fussing over you to ensure your well-being. Your mother's words echoed in your mind, reminding you that a mother's love is the best remedy. With that thought, you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep, serenaded by the soothing rhythm of your lover's heartbeat.

[thvdazai]

It's visible on his face, how upset he is after that miss 💔

[saltyinternetflower]

Kyky-Ney-Messi (and Hakimi): Tangled Hearts ❤💞

The MNM dynamics is different from what I expected! It all started with Leo's arrival in Paris.

Needles to say, Ney was gushing and blushing with the possibility of playing with "his friend, his idol" Messi ☺. And in his enthusiasm, he forgot the rest of the world. From "I offer him my jersey no. 10" to "he can play in my place if he wants to", Ney made his happiness very obvious. And that's quite expected, as Ney has never struggled with expressing himself.

Things took an interesting (should we say rather predictable!) turn when Kylian started behaving (no offense) like a jealous boyfriend!! He first withdrew himself from the NeyMessi bubble, and then became super friendly with Hakimi, the talented livewire. I'm sure Ney must have noticed this, but he apparently made no attempts to bridge the crack between his old friend and new bff. I wonder why!! 🥶

And Leo! Oh, Leo! You are the one most difficult to read! After Ney left Barca, you talked about bringing him back in every interview. You were ready to put 7 players on sale just to bring Ney back. Poor Griezmann knows how reluctant you were to accept a substitute of Ney. Last year, you wanted to leave, and this year you finally left Barca. Even the arrival of Kun couldn't change this unfortunate turn of events! "Ney knew everything, when my father started talking to PSG... He's one of the reasons I'm here".

You are not the one to voice your emotions, but you leave little clues here and there. From posting images of Ney and you in the training session, to letting Ney score the penalty, to all those bear hugs with closed eyes 🥺, you have said enough without saying a word.

Ney, being Ney, has always surrounded himself with friends. Wherever he goes, his mates adore him. From Dani Alves to Thiago Silva to Pique to Kyky, his bff list keeps growing. But Leo, it's not like you to let your guard down so easily! So, what happened? How did this man-child with those twinkling half moon eyes crack your armor? 😯

Am I the only one who thinks Mbappe looked so much relaxed and elated, to have his friend back all to himself in the PSG 🆚 Metz match?

Hakimi, baby, you have no clue, do you? 😇 You should be happy to have Kyky by your side.

This drama should be turned into a Netflix series! 😁😁 What do you all think?

[emwritesfootball]

Threesome | Kylian Mbappé and Benjamin Pavard

Request: a threesome with kylian and someone of your choice, please

You’d been friends with Benjamin since childhood, the two of you thick as thieves. You didn’t get to see each other as often as you’d like, but whenever Benjamin was playing he stayed with you.

“You’re coming with me tonight,” he says while the two of you are out eating lunch.

“Where?”

“Kylian’s. He’s hosting a welcome back party for us and we all get a plus one - obviously, you’re mine.”

You rolled your eyes despite the bright smile on your face. “Obviously.” You took a bite of your salad. “And yes, I’m down.”

****

Five hours later, you and Benjamin were driving up to Kylian’s massive house. You could already hear the bass thumping from outside the house and you knew it was going to be a night to remember.

Kylian couldn’t keep his eyes off you the moment you walked in the door with Benjamin. Your skinny jeans hugged your ass and your crop top showed just enough skin to leave enough to the imagination. You were laughing at something Benjamin had said and Kylian couldn’t help but be a little jealous.

“Kyky!” You shouted when you caught sight of him, your face breaking out in a wide smile as you rushed towards him, barreling into him for a hug. “I’ve missed you!”

“I’ve missed you, too, YN, but it’s only been a week.”

You laughed, smiling up at him. “Six days too long, then.”

You were, of course, referring to the last PSG match you’d attended. Since you couldn’t attend Benjamin’s all the way over in Germany, you had the next best thing. You also couldn’t deny the attraction you felt for Kylian, especially on those match days when he scored against the opposing team. Neither of you had ever acted on it, but it was definitely there.

“C’mon,” Ben cut in, his hand on your lower back. “Let’s go get you a drink.”

It felt good to be reunited with the team, Benjamin thought, smiling down at you who’d been glued to his side. He always loved coming back to France - Germany was nice and all, but having the opportunity to represent his home country on a national scale was a feeling unlike any other. It also helped that he got to spend time with you when he wasn’t travelling or on the pitch. Maybe one day, he’d gather up the courage to tell you how he really felt, but for now he was content to have you by his side as a friend.

Kimpembe had started a game of Truth or Dare and it was your turn.

“Truth or Dare?” Matteo Guendouzi asked, smiling as he took a sip of his drink. He’d been shamelessly flirting with you all night and you didn’t want to risk him daring you to do something ridiculous like make out with him.

“Truth,” you reply, eyebrows raised.

He didn’t miss a beat. “If you could have a threesome with two players here, who would they be and why?”

You refrained from rolling your eyes; Matteo was clearly hoping one of the two footballers you named would be him. “Sorry, chéri. That would have to be my two best friends, Kyky and Ben. Kyky and I have made out before and I know how good he is with his tongue,” you shot Kylian a smirk, referencing the one drunken night after the World Cup. “Ben because we’ve known each other so long and I’m sure he knows enough about me to make me feel good.”

The rest of the game continued on, laughter and truths and dares all around. You didn’t think much of what you’d said during your one round of truth - deciding to go with Dare after that - until the party was winding down.

“YN?” Kylian called out as you left one of the guest bedrooms, your hair down and your teeth freshly brushed. “Can you come here?”

“Coming!” You called out, walking down the hall to Kylian’s bedroom. “What’s up, Kyky?”

He turned to face you, a funny look on his face. “I had a question and I’d just like to know the answer.”

You shrugged. “Okay.”

“Did you mean what you said tonight in your truth? Would you really sleep with me?”

Your stomach dropped and heat flooded your core as you nodded. “Yes,” you breathed, the word barely audible.

That was all Kylian needed and his lips were on yours. Memories from the World Cup celebration came back to you and you moaned into his mouth. Kylian’s hands slid down to cup your ass, squeezing your cheeks and pressing you further into him.

“What the hell?!” Came Benjamin’s voice in the hallway.

You and Kylian broke apart, guilty looks on both your faces. Benjamin looked livid and you didn’t know what to do. “Ben-” you started to say but he walked towards you, the expression on his face cutting you off.

“If he gets a taste, I get one, too,” Pavard growled, pulling you flush against him.

It was at that moment where your dominant side came out. “You’re gonna have to earn that, Boy,” you said, stepping out of his grasp. “I was the one who picked the two of you for my threesome so you’re going to be playing by my rules.”

Benjamin backed down and for a moment you couldn’t believe it. “Can I have a kiss, YN?” He asked, his voice low and his gaze heavy-lidded as he looked down at you.

A slow smile spread across your face. “Only if you call me ‘Mistress’.”

“Can I have a kiss, Mistress?”

“Just one.”

Benjamin bent down to kiss you, capturing your lips in his in a soft kiss that almost left you breathless. “Merde,” he swore after you broke the kiss, “that was better than the fantasy,” he confessed, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheek.

“Don’t get all sappy on me, Pavard,” you said, turning back to Kylian. “Kyky, do you have any toys?”

Kylian raised his eyebrows, but showed you where his drawer was. You opened it, biting your lip as you peered inside. He had everything: handcuffs, lube, a dildo and a vibrator, but your eyes landed on the best thing you’d never have expected him to have.

“Is this what I think it is?” You asked, pulling the item out of the drawer, making Kylian blush.

“An ex gave that to me,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Some ex,” you said, smirking. “I like her already.”

You walked back over to Pavard, the toy in your hand. “Wanna try this out for me, Benjamin?” You asked, your voice dripping with innocence and sweetness.

He nodded and you got to work. You took his shirt off, running your hands over his torso before getting to his jeans. You knelt down at his feet, sticking a hand down your panties to collect your juices while you looked up at him. Once the toy was sufficiently covered, you slid the cock ring down Benjamin’s shaft, watching him get hard as the toy stroked him. You placed the ring over his balls, groaning when Ben’s hand tangled in your hair.

“Good boy,” you praised, kissing the tip of his cock. “Now, are you gonna sit in that chair for me nicely or am I gonna have to tie you up?”

“I’ll be good, Mistress,” Benjamin promised, taking a seat in the corner to watch as you sashayed back over to Kylian.

“Kyky,” you murmured, placing a hand on his cheek. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and you seemed to tower over him. “Take off your clothes.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he mumbled, reaching for his shirt.

You watched him undress, your hand sliding between your legs as your gaze roamed over his naked torso. When he was finished, he reached out for you, his hands grabbing your hips. “Are you next, Mistress?”

A smile played on your lips. “I can be, but I’m keeping my lingerie on.”

You moaned as his hands slid up your crop top, kissing every inch of skin he bared. “Belle,” he praised, cupping your tits as he pressed a kiss to the tops of each one. You gasped when he reached for the button on your jeans. Just as he was about to slide them down, you heard Benjamin moan.

You turned, just in time to see Benjamin with his hand on his dick, stroking it quickly. “I’ll be right back, Kyky,” you murmured, dropping a kiss to his forehead. “I’m gonna borrow some ties.”

“Hands. Off.” You growled, crossing over to Benjamin and covering his hand with yours. “I didn’t say you could touch.”

He whines as you pried his fingers off his dick. “I’ll be right back. You touch again and I won’t be giving you the orgasm I’ve been dying to give you for months,” you said, shooting him a glare.

You walked into Kylian’s closet, quickly finding his ties. You walked back out to Benjamin, pleased to see that he had kept his hands off.

“Good boy,” you said, smirking as you leaned down to kiss him as a reward. “But not good enough, love.”

You took you time tying him up, leaving light kisses along his bare chest. Once you’d tied his hands behind his back, you straddled him, sucking on his collarbone to leave a mark on his neck. You ran a finger up his shaft, your eyes meeting his as you made him moan.

“I’ll be back later.”

You made your way back over to Kylian, stopping in front of him to take off your pants before sinking to your knees. You ran your tongue up his shaft, reveling in his moans. Kylian’s hands threaded in your hair, groaning when you took him in your mouth.

“Mistress, please!” Came Benjamin’s whine as he watched you give Kylian what you weren’t giving him.

You continued to work your hands and mouth over Kylian, ignoring Benjamin’s pleas. The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and your mascara started to run. You looked up at Kylian and you watched him as your mouth fucked him just right and he came right then.

Swallowing his cum, you got up, wiping your mouth.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Kylian moaned, reaching for you.

“Don’t worry, Kyky, we’ve still got more to do. Come with me.” You took his hand and led him over to where Benjamin was still tied up. “Poor baby,” you teased, running your hand over his cheek. “Does somebody wanna cum?”

Benjamin nodded quickly, his breathing heavy. “Yes, Mistress. Please.”

“Maybe later,” you said dismissively, placing your hands on his shoulders as you leaned forward, pressing your ass out towards Kylian. “Right now, you’re gonna watch Kyky put his mouth all over my pussy and make me cum hard.”

You gasped as you felt Kylian part your folds, running his tongue between your legs. “Fuck, Kyky!” You moaned, your eyes glued to Benjamin. “Your tongue feels so good!”

Benjamin growled, straining against the ties.”I wanna kiss you, Mistress,” he said, looking up at you through his lashes.

You’d heard him but you couldn’t form words when Kylian’s mouth was on your pussy like it was, sucking on your clit. You whimpered, dropping your forehead onto Benjamin’s shoulder as Kylian brought you closer to orgasm. Benjamin took the opportunity to kiss your neck, wishing he could use his hands the way he wanted to. He nibbled on your earlobe while Kylian hummed around your clit. “Kyky!” You cried out, lifting your head off Benjamin’s shoulder. “I’m gonna cum.”

The moment Kylian slid two fingers inside you, your lips were on Benjamin’s kissing him hard as your orgasm tore through you. You moaned into his mouth, biting and sucking on his lower lip as you rode your high.

“Kyky, that was…fuck!” You said, catching your breath. You giggled a little as you turned to look back at a proud Kylian, his lips wet with your juices. “I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.”

“What about me?” Benjamin asked, making you turn back to him.

“Well, I am down for another orgasm, but you can’t cum yet,” you said, straddling Benjamin. He let out a low whimper as your hand wrapped around his shaft and guided him into your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, Mistress,” he ground out, straining against the ties. “I really wanna touch you.”

“You should’ve thought about that before you started touching your dick without permission,” you chastised, your nails digging into his shoulders as you rode him. “Kyky, come play with my tits so Ben can see what he’s missing.”

“My pleasure, Mistress,” Kylian whispered, dropping a kiss to your shoulder. You shivered as you felt him behind you, his calloused hands running up your sides to palm your breasts. He ran his thumbs over the sensitive buds and you moaned.

“Touch my clit so I can cum,” you ordered Kylian, your eyes meeting Benjamin’s again as you said, “Benjamin’s cock just isn’t doing it for me.”

Benjamin’s eyes darkened at your words. You couldn’t help feeling a little badly about teasing him - his cock was hitting your pussy in all the best ways, but you didn’t want to tell him that and risk him cumming.

“Oh, fuck! Kyky!” You whimpered, tilting your head back to look at him while you came again. “I’m cumming!”

It was all Benjamin could do to not cum, and he was almost grateful that you’d put the cock ring on him. He felt your juices run down his shaft and he moaned.

“Wanna be untied now, baby?” You asked, turning your attention back to Benjamin.

“Please, Mistress.”

You untied him, kissing his neck and praising him for being so good. Both boys followed you to the bed, watching intently as you laid down, crooking a finger at both of them. “Kyky, fuck my pussy. Benjamin, come here so I can suck you off.”

That was how the night ended, Kylian cumming in your pussy and Benjamin cumming in your mouth, the three of you falling asleep together, Benjamin and Kylian on either side of you, all three of you satisfied.

[nabilfekir]

was scrolling your blog bc i love u bby girl and to finish with this story and let this poor child alone: that melissa girl hes rumored to date is mother of if nephew soooooo his big brothers wife. THANK YOU now you gotta protect your baby goat and you have a looot of work lmao

BLESS UP y’all leave kyky alone now he’s a good boy n he’s smort! he knows better!